Bang bang—
Julian Sia stood outside the door, his slender fingers knocking gently.
Inside the room, Claire Green had just rolled up her shirt when she heard the knock. Her brows playful, she casually let the shirt fall back down, and with a lazy stride, went to open the door.
At the door stood a man in an all-black tailored suit, the collar unbuttoned casually, his long legs framed by the pants, and his usual refined face now complemented by a pair of glasses.
Claire Green leaned against the door frame with her hands in her pockets, smirking, "I didn't expect you had the potential to be a sophisticated rogue."
Julian Sia's Adam's apple moved up and down, his low, magnetic laughter particularly sensual at this moment.
The man smiled and teased, "Afraid you'll get tired of looking at me, are you satisfied now?"
"Tsk," Claire Green raised her eyebrows mischievously, "You're such a temptress."
Understanding her insinuation, Julian Sia chuckled silently.
